The comments on yesterday's post are so amazing I hesitate to put a new post up, because I want to hear more. But this is, after all, a blog, and today is a new day, so hopefully you'll scroll down and join the conversation.
I remember as a child going to perhaps my first feature film, a Disney animation, and being fascinated with the projector light catching the smoke (my parents didn't smoke, and back then, you could smoke in theatres). There was something so magic about the swirls. So that's why I'm posting this, Mom, cause I know you're reading this and I know how you feel about smoking. And btw, it was lovely talking with you yesterday: I know the relationship between mother and daughter is rarely smooth, but I am so blessed to have you as my mother, and my close friend.
This was shot during the same lunch as yesterday's post: it was so magic inside, and Emily, came to the lunch, not knowing any of the women there. She's only 19 (turns 20 on Thursday the 13th: happy birthday Emily!) and English isn't even her first language: she moved here from Romania just days before I met her outside Topshop last fall, when I asked to shoot her.
Almost everything she's wearing is vintage. Each time I see her I'm amazed at what a chameleon she is. She has a serenity and a radiance that transcends her age, or any time period. She is so warm, kind, generous: a true go back girl. She's a bit shy, perhaps, but also has a calm confidence. It's like what they said about Garbo: the camera loves her, and she seems lit from within. Happy Birthday Emily.
(Oh and please if you have a chance take a minute to vote on the side bar: I've just discovered this cool 'polling' widget, and I'm trying it out. Don't worry: I have no sinister Brand Plan up my sleeve! Just curious what you guys think. And if you want to do a write in, feel free in any of the comments sections: I bet there are different brands in other countries that rule the Street.)